Lydia felt so cold. She could not ever remember feeling quite so cold. She could feel someone's presence in the room, a comforting hand on her forehead, gently wiping the sweat from her brow. She could hear someone softly speaking to her, but she could not find the strength to hear what they said. She did understand one thing, "Be strong," the voice said. "Fight."
Fight... Lydia thought, I am tired of fighting.
As the fever ravaged her body, Lydia's spirit was struggling through a different sort of battle. After so long fighting hunger, cold, poverty, and everything else she was tired. What would be so wrong if I stopped fighting? Lydia thought. Why must I fight? Wickham is gone. Wickham never loved me. Why must I be strong?
The soft voice was talking again. Encouraging her, begging her to not stop fighting. Think of your sons, the voice said. They need you.
George. Henry.
For a moment a weakening part of her thought that they would be better off without her. They would be well taken care of. They would soon forget her.
No!
No! They need me… I need them.
And Lydia's spirit grew stronger.
No. I will not give up. She thought. I will not leave them.
Thinking of her sons started a fire burning in her spirit, and Lydia no longer felt quite so cold.
Thank you for all the feedback you've given me. I am going back to fix all my mistakes, and appreciate all the ones you've pointed out to me.
I'm a terrible self edit.
Also. Yes, every chapter is short. Too short. But its just how it goes I suppose. Hope you don't mind too much. :)
Will Lydia continue to fight back? I think she will.